“A wall of indestructible ice between him and Foeslayer. “That’s not – ” Arctic started, then bit back the rest of his sentence as his mother hissed at him. “In fact,” she spat, “since you are so overwhelmed by this animus gift decision, it seems best for you to stay in seclusion until it is time for the ceremony. Clearly something here has been distracting you, but we won’t let that be a problem anymore.”
